I sat spellbound, unable to take my eyes from the sight of my friend’s twin sister. Seeing Mandy in action almost hypnotized me, stirring up feelings that I dared not express to her or to her brother Will. Fantasies flashed through my mind of that lithe body moving against me as we engaged in long, passionate kisses. Suddenly, I realized that I had sprouted an erection. I quickly tried to bury those thoughts, afraid someone might notice the swelling bulge in my pants.
After the performance, which was part of a cabaret night at the high school where Mandy, Will, and I were all seniors, I joined the rest of the audience and the performers in the cafeteria for a reception. Desserts and snacks provided by the parents’ association were on offer along with coffee and tea.
I had just picked up one of my mother’s lemon squares when I saw Mandy approaching with a big grin on her face. She had showered and changed from her dance leotard into a pink dress. It was fairly modest save for the very short skirt that showed off her dancer’s legs. Those legs were, truth be told, one of her best physical features.
“Congrats, Mandy,” I said as she reached me, “You were wonderful. Stunning, even.”
“Was I really that good?” she asked excitedly, “I felt great but I’m never sure if how I feel matches how others see it.”
“Everyone around me was buzzing about it while they set up for the next performer,” I answered, “I think you nailed it.”
“Where’s Will and Mom?”
“Over talking to Mr. Garrett, I think. He’s probably gushing over you again. I think he has a bit of a crush,” I said with a nod towards the head of the music department. The irony of me commenting on someone else’s crush on Mandy was not lost on me.
Mandy laughed, a bright sound that could cheer me up no matter how bad my mood.
“Probably. I don’t think I’m the only one, though. He can’t keep his eyes off Linda either.”
“Few guys can,” I cracked, glancing over at the rather busty young lady in question.
After another laugh, Mandy turned and headed towards her mother. As she walked away, my eyes feasted on the tight, shapely little ass wiggling under her skirt.
“Fuck, she’s hot, Luke,” said my classmate Benny from nearby.
“Amen. Whoever gets her is in for a treat,” I responded with a sigh, wondering if there was even a ghost of a chance that it would be me.
That night, I dreamt about Mandy dancing for me alone, an audience of one, in the school auditorium. She moved gracefully about the stage to the same song as at the show. In the dream dance, though, Mandy was naked and I had my pants unzipped with my cock standing out at attention as I watched. The music ended and Mandy came down to the floor. I rose to meet her and we kissed, her hand stroking my cock as our tongues met.
“Take me, Luke,” she whispered, “I want to do the dance of love with you.”
With that we got up on the stage together. I lay on my back and Mandy mounted me, sliding down on to my erect dick. She let out a soft moan, then began riding me.
“Oh fuck, that is good,” I moaned to my dark empty bedroom as I awoke in the midst of an orgasm, my pyjamas quickly becoming soaked in cum.
The next day was a Saturday and, as often happened, I ended up at Will’s place playing games with him and some other buddies. Mandy was out shopping or something with her friends, which was normal. However, I found myself hoping she would be home before I had to leave. Even a glimpse of the beautiful dancer would be a treat, though I was afraid I would blush if thoughts of the dream came to mind when I saw her.
Towards dinner time, Mandy came in with a couple shopping bags and a smile on her face. Mandy smiling was ten times prettier than Mandy with any other expression. Her hair was shorter and in a new style. Obviously, she had enjoyed a busy afternoon.
“Hi guys,” she said to Will and I. The rest of the gang had already left, leaving my best friend and me to pack up.
“Hey, Mandy,” I answered, managing to not stare as a memory from my dream flashed through my mind.
“Mom won’t be home until late,” Will said to his sister, “Said to just order in pizza for ourselves.”
“Cool. Want to join us, Luke?” she asked.
Her brother’s eyebrow shot up in surprise, but he said nothing and shrugged.
“I think it’s okay. Mom’s just having leftovers tonight,” I responded, trying not to sound too excited. However, I was already contemplating the joys of being around Mandy for the whole evening.
A quick call home confirmed that I was okay to stay, and then we ordered up a couple pizzas; one vegetarian and one with some pepperoni and sausage.
“Want a beer with those pizzas, boys?” Mandy asked with a sly smile.
“Um ... we’re only eighteen,” Will pointed out.
“Doesn’t mean I don’t have any. Porter is nineteen and picked up a case for me. I keep it stashed away. Same brand as Mom so we can drink her cold ones and then I’ll replace them with mine.”
Will shook his head and I laughed. Mandy wasn’t just a great dancer. She had some smarts, too.
With pizza and beer in hand, we settled down in front of their big screen TV to enjoy our dinner. There was a hockey game on but we didn’t pay much attention, instead gabbing about this and that. Of course, my attention was mostly on Mandy, enjoying the sight of her in jeans and a sweatshirt as much as I did when she wore leotards.
The phone rang around the end of the second period, by which point we were getting more into the game. Will got up and went out to get it. Mandy stretched and yawned.
“Hope you don’t mind if I strip down a bit. It’s getting warm in here,” she said with a wink as she grabbed the bottom of her sweatshirt.
Slowly Mandy pulled it up over her head. Underneath, she wore a white, cotton tank. Static with the sweatshirt lifted that undergarment with it, flashing me a taut belly and, briefly, the lower curve of her small, firm tits. Then Mandy pulled the sweater completely off and the tank fell back into place. It was obvious that she was not wearing a bra, which was fairly common for her.
“Better?” I asked, still marvelling at how close I had come to seeing my crush’s breasts.
“Much.”
Will returned with a scowl on his face.
“Mom’s old beater is fucked up again. She’s going to crash at Logan’s.”
“Like she needs an excuse to spend the night with her boyfriend,” his sister responded snidely, “And she could easily afford to replace that piece of shit car now that she’s been promoted.”
Will chuckled.
“He’s not my boyfriend,” he said in a mockery of his mother’s voice, “He’s just the guy I fuck when I’m lonely.”
Mandy giggled and shook her head.
“Anyhow, I’m headin’ up for bed,” Will said, “I think the beer gave me a headache or something.”
“Fuck, how’ll you ever handle college if you can’t hold your beer, little bro? You only had two,” his sister said with a laugh.
“Fuck off, sis. Good night, Luke,” he said, heading upstairs, “Don’t hang around Mandy too long. You’ll turn into a skinny little bitch like her.”
I knew that the twins were actually quite close to each other and that the swearing and insults were a bit of a game with them. When their Dad died, Mandy had been the stronger of the two and had pretty much kept her brother alive and sane for a few months after. That’s about the time my crush on her began. Seeing the emotional strength that she possessed was probably attractive to me in some way.
“So, it’s just you and me, now,” Mandy said, “Or are you going to take off, too.”
I shrugged. While I probably should have gone home, I didn’t really feel like it. It was not very often that I got time alone with Mandy.
“Should at least stick around until the end of the game, I guess.”
“Good,” Mandy answered, a smile lighting up her face again.
To my surprise, and secret delight, she nestled over closer to me on the couch we were sharing. It felt nice to have Mandy close to me and a light, flowery scent, probably her soap or shampoo, wafted over me.
We didn’t watch long before Mandy flipped the TV to a music channel and turned around to face me. Her deep green eyes locked with mine.
“You like me, don’t you, Luke?” my friend’s sister asked quietly, “A lot?”
I swallowed hard, not sure where this was leading.
“I do, Mandy. I’ve been … kind of in love with you for a while, I guess. How long have you known?”
“For a while, too. It shows in the way you treat me and look at me. I’m very fond of you, too, Luke. You’ve been a great friend to Will and me. I sometimes dream about you.”
“Dream about me?”
She nodded.
“About walking along the river holding your hand. About kissing you. About …,” Mandy’s voice trailed off to a sigh, seemingly unwilling to fill in that blank.
“Me, too. They’re sometimes very … sexy dreams,” I stammered out.
Mandy smiled and nodded.
“For me, too. You’ve never had a girlfriend, have you?”
“Not yet. Probably being interested in you is a distraction. You’ve dated, right?”
“Dated and made it to first base. The last time I made out with a guy, though, I kept imagining it was you.”
She had moved closer as we talked. As her last words echoed in my mind, her lips touched my cheek first, then my lips. We held the kiss for just a few seconds, then Mandy eased back and smiled.
“Your first?” she asked, her fingers toying with my hair.
“My first,” I answered quietly. I reached out to stroke her cheek, then her soft brown hair.
We kissed again, still just lips on lips. I enjoyed the sensation and let it linger longer and longer each time. The first time her tongue slid in to meet mine, I practically jumped. We moved closer together as our first French kiss dragged out, stroking each other’s faces and hair as our tongues moved over each other.
A stirring in my pants made me realize that making out with Mandy was arousing me something fierce. An urge to touch her body, to lift her top and bare her breasts to my fingers, fought my worry that she might not want to move that quickly.
Then a noise from upstairs startled us both, breaking the moment and sparing me the decision. We both looked up, then at each other. Mandy broke out laughing first, then me.
“What are you doing tomorrow afternoon?” she asked, “I know a place where we can have privacy and more time together.”
“Nothing really. My parents are doing some church thing and, for once, aren’t dragging me along. Will’s ref’ing a kids’ soccer tournament all day. So I’m free. What do you want to do?”
“Dance for you,” she said quietly.
We kissed one more time and then I left, my mind reeling with the thought of what might be in store.
The next day, I walked up to the condo complex where Mandy had told me to meet her. I was a bundle of nerves, unsure of what was coming and excited by fantasies about what my friend’s sister might have in store. She buzzed me in and I moved briskly to the elevator, glancing around to see who saw me arriving. Would anyone know or care why I was there?
Mandy opened the door to greet me when I knocked. Her body was wrapped in a long bathrobe. As she smiled and beckoned me in, I wondered what that robe was hiding.
“Come on, I’m eager to show you my new dance routine,” she said brightly. Mandy seemed to be in a similar state of nervous excitement to me.
She took my hand and led me to one of the rooms. It was a large room clearly intended as the master bedroom. Instead, the owner had left it unfurnished save for a mirror covering most of one wall and a ballet barre. Speakers occupied the corners of the room, wired to a decent-looking stereo on the wall opposite the mirror. A comfy looking armchair nestled in one corner but was the only real furniture in the room. The owner of the condo had obviously turned the room into a dance studio.
“Wow, whose place is this?” I asked after taking it all in.
“My dance instructor,” Mandy responded, “She’s away doing some performances and attending a conference and asked me to apartment sit. I’ve been using her studio to practice and work out some choreography since I have it to myself for a couple weeks”
“Cool,” I said. The realization that we had near total privacy for the afternoon raised my excitement level even higher.
“Sit down and relax,” Mandy said, “I’ve got to queue up the music.”
She walked over to the stereo and fiddled with it as I settled into the armchair. Then she straightened and turned to face me. Slowly, Mandy untied the belt of the robe and let it fall open. Underneath, she wore a sheer, loose white dress that barely reached mid-thigh. Slipping the robe completely off, she smiled. The music began. It was a sultry love ballad that was popular at the time.
Slowly, Mandy began to move to the music. The motion of her body captured not just the rhythm of the music but, in some way, the feeling; the emotional melody. I watched in fascination, realizing that her attire was sheer to the point of translucency and that her body was visible beneath when the light hit her in the right way. The beauty of Mandy in motion became more sensual, more alluring, than ever before in this private performance.
A twirl and a leap sent the loose little dress up, flashing little white bikini briefs that seemed to be her only undergarment. I could swear I had seen Mandy’s tits briefly, small and capped with pink aureoles. My excitement grew, my cock swelling with arousal in my pants.
Mandy moved in close, leaning over me briefly. Her eyes locked with mine and there was a sensual gleam in them. The low neckline of the dress slumped and this time there was no doubt; her breasts were bare underneath. She flung herself back into the dance, repeatedly flashing me glimpses of her panties and naked breasts. Part of me was scared at the thought of what might happen at the end; part of me couldn’t wait for it. My cock was half-hard and twitching in my pants.
As the song faded out, Mandy settled onto my lap. She smiled at me, then pressed her mouth to mine. The kiss was our longest and deepest yet. As we kissed, I let my hand wander up under her dress, caressing her naked torso. When my fingers brushed her hard nipple for the first time, I wondered if Mandy would stop me, but she did not. I began exploring her firm, small breasts with my fingers, the first time I had touched a woman so intimately.
“You like my tits, Luke?” she said looking down at what I was doing, “I think they’re kind of small.”
“They’re beautiful,” I answered, “I love your body, Mandy. Maybe because of the dancing. You’re so graceful it always looks beautiful in motion.”
Mandy laughed.
“Want me to take my dress off?”
“May I do it?”
“Sure.”
Taking the shoulder straps in my hands, I slid them down her arms. As the dress slowly lowered to her waist, those lovely boobs came into full view. My heart was pounding and my cock was rock hard and twitching.
Tentatively, I leaned in and kissed the tip of one. Mandy giggled a little. Even more tentatively, I ran my tongue around the stiff tip. She gasped softly in response.
“Is that okay?” I asked.
“Yes. I play with my nipples a lot when I masturbate. I’ll bet it will feel real nice if you suck it.”
I swallowed hard and answered, “I’ll give it a try.”
I licked Mandy’s nipple again, and then closed my lips around the end of her breast and sucked in. As I sucked and licked, I could feel her hand on my head, stroking my hair and holding me gently in place.
I moved a hand down to caress Mandy’s smooth, muscular thigh. To my surprise, she took my hand in her own and guided it between her legs. My fingers ran over the smooth fabric of her briefs. The crotch was damp and I could feel the soft lips and slit beneath.
“Higher,” she hissed, “Rub me near the top.”
I did as asked.
“Yes,” Mandy moaned as I obviously hit the right spot and started massaging her there, “Yes, that’s my clit, there. Oh fuck, that feels good, Luke.”
Still sucking on her tit, I massaged her clit more firmly and vigorously. Her breath came hard and fast in ragged gasps that soon gave way to soft cries. Her panties went from damp to wet and her body shook.
“Oh fuck,” she said, “That is so fucking beautiful.”
“Did I make you cum or something?” I asked.
“God, yes. You sure did,” Mandy answered, catching her breath before kissing me.